Chapter 18 #2
We’re tangled together on the living room sofa, basking in the warm fog of post-sex bliss. Her body’s draped over mine, soft and sinfully addictive. This woman drives me insane in all the best ways.
We’ve gone at it like rabbits all night, and just when I thought I couldn’t feel more thoroughly ruined, she appeared with a pair of handcuffs. Being bound and devoured by her? Officially the best fucking experience of my life.
Amy’s still out, thank God. The place is ours. And it needs to be, because I can’t stop touching her sister. It’s like some primal part of me won’t settle unless we’re skin to skin. I’ve never been this obsessed with someone. This consumed. I knew I wanted her, I just didn’t realize how much.
“Earth to Doctor Jones,” she teases softly. I blink, pulled from my thoughts.
“Sorry, gorgeous. I was in a world of my own.”
Her brow arches. She licks her lips slowly, then murmurs, “I hope you were replaying my lap dance.”
My body tightens on command. A stray breath catches in my throat. She notices, of course she does, and smirks like she’s proud of what she’s doing. Her fingers trail across my stomach and down to the front of my boxers.
“There’s plenty more where that came from,” she purrs.
Standing up, she wiggles her hips provocatively, shaking that gorgeous ass in my face. I groan, unable to help myself, and grab a handful. She squeals with laughter, the sound pure sunshine.
“I need to fuck you now,” I growl, standing and dragging my teeth along her neck before biting down just hard enough to leave a mark.
But she’s already strutting away, calling over her shoulder, “You won’t touch me again, boy, ‘til you feed me.”
I bark a laugh. “Typical woman. Gets me all worked up and leaves me hanging. Fine. Go throw on some glad rags, or whatever you call the clothes that make me want to sin. We’re going for food.”
Half an hour later, we’re tucked into a corner booth at a little café down the street from our apartment. It’s late Sunday morning, and the place is almost empty. It’s peaceful, private, and perfect for us.
It’s called Peggy’s Tearoom. The front door sticks slightly when you open it, and on either side are traditional windows with tiny square panes of glass.
Inside, ten wooden tables sit beneath lace curtains draped with red and white checkered cloths.
Salt and pepper shakers neatly placed at the center are paired with mismatched sugar pots and chipped teapots.
We choose a table near the back, sitting side by side, our hands intertwined.
We open one leather-bound menu to share.
It’s an old-fashioned brown binder with the word Menu embossed in gold across the cover.
Sitting silently, we study the options. My stomach growls hungrily.
Bex’s eyes lift to mine, alight with laughter.
“Did I wear you out? Do you need refueling?” she says.
I smirk, raising an eyebrow. “I’m going to devour this breakfast. Then I’m going to take you home and devour you.”
She blushes, smiling shyly as I run a slow fingertip down her cheek. Her skin is warm beneath my touch. Soft. Real. And suddenly, I’m starving for more than just food.
Upon returning to the apartment, we find a welcoming committee sprawled on the sofas. Amy and Terry are watching some terrible American sitcom.
“Rain check on the eating you out,” I murmur in Bex’s ear.
“We may have some questions to answer.” She gives me a look, half amused, half resigned.
“Have you told Amy about us?” I ask under my breath.
She shakes her head. I exhale, surprised but relieved.
Puzzled eyes meet mine, and I squeeze her hand.
“Let’s just keep this between us for now. ”
She doesn’t answer, but the flicker in her eyes tells me all I need to know. She’s hurt. And I hate that, but we’re so new, fragile. The last thing we need is our friends sticking their noses in our business before we’ve had a chance to figure this out for ourselves.
Terry hauls himself up from the couch and stretches. His belly hanging over his joggers, last night’s takeaway decorating his t-shirt.
“Good night?” I ask.
“Urgh,” he groans. “I feel as if I have swallowed a porcupine.” He rubs his hand over his face and glances at Amy. “What did we even do last night? I can’t remember anything after the pub.”
A slow groan sounds from the other sofa, and Amy shakes her head. Her glazed look indicates she may still be intoxicated. I chuckle.
“You both look like shit. Whatever you were up to, keep it to yourselves. I don’t want to know.”
That’s when Amy spots Bex behind me. “Oh, your big night out. How did it go?”
“Fine,” Bex says too quickly, then hotfoots it into her room, closing the door behind her. Amy frowns, her eyes narrowing, but doesn’t say a word. I know she will ask her later.
Following Bex, I tap lightly on the door and then go straight in. She’s sitting on her bed, staring into space, twisting her fingers as if she’s lost in thought. “You okay?” I ask gently. “I had a wonderful night last night.” She turns to face me, her expression tense.
“Did you? So good you don’t want to tell anyone about it?
” She looks away before I can answer. A flush climbs the back of her neck, creeping up her throat.
She’s not just hurt, she’s angry. She has every right to be.
My nerves won at the first challenge. At the first awkward question, I asked her to hide us.
I stand for a moment, trying to find the right words.
This, whatever it is between us, was never supposed to happen.
Not because I don’t want it. Hell, I do.
But because Bex should be off limits. One of Kelsey’s oldest friends.
Me dating her has never been an option, and right now, it doesn’t feel like it should be.
It’s a line that should never be crossed. And now it has been.
“I just…” I begin, then sit beside her. “I just want to keep this between us for a little while longer. Not because I want to hide it. Last night was incredible. But we know how people talk, and I don’t want other people’s opinions.
This is too special to risk screwing it up.
Please let us enjoy each other for now.” I pause, then add quietly. “I’ve been wanting this for a year.”
“A year?” she repeats, her voice barely a whisper. “You’ve wanted me for a year?”
Her lips part like she wants to say more but can’t quite form the words. A flicker of disbelief crosses her face, immediately followed by something softer, and my pulse beats a little faster.
I laugh under my breath. “Guilty as charged.” I hold out my arms. She hesitates, then crawls across the bed and melts into my chest. And I know this is the girl for me. The pull between us is instant. Electric. I can’t keep my hands off her.
She starts to speak, to protest maybe, but my finger over my lips silences her.
“Don’t say anything,” I whisper. “I only need to know you want this.”
She nods, blinking up at me with wide eyes.
Taking her hands, I stand her in the center of the room.
She slides her top easily over her head as my fingers tuck into the waistband of her jeans, pulling her close.
Popping the buttons open, I fall to my knees, slowly pulling the denim down her legs until she steps free.
When I look up, my breath catches.
Black lace bra and panties. Curves I’ve imagined night after night. She’s the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Her breasts are firm and round, and her erect nipples poke through the soft lace. Even though it’s only been hours since I saw her like this, she still makes my breath catch.
My hands find her hips as I press my mouth between her thighs, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal. My cock strains. She reaches for her bra clasp, and I stop her with a growl.
“No, leave it on. You look incredible.”
Slipping her panties to the side, I taste her with quick, short teasing strokes over her clit.
She gasps, already trembling. One finger slides inside.
She’s so wet, so ready. Her breathing quickens as I pump, inserting a second finger.
Standing, I lean into her ear and bite hard.
Every instinct is on high alert. I want to claim my girl, show her she’s mine.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I whisper. “Now.”
She follows my instruction, climbing onto all fours on the bed.
Hell, she’s stunning. I strip and line myself up.
One thrust, and I’m inside her. She’s perfect, tight, warm, like velvet pulling me in.
My hand grips her hip as the other finds her breast, kneading and teasing.
She moans as I move faster, deeper, sinking in as far as I can.
“Shhh…” I whisper, but part of me doesn’t give a damn who hears.
Her orgasm builds, her walls tightening around me. I drop my hand to her clit, circling, coaxing her peak.
“Wait for me, baby,” I growl.
She holds on, barely, a choked cry being held behind gritted teeth escapes. Her legs tremble as pleasure takes over and I feel it hit us both.
That moment she shatters, crying out as I spill into her, my body shakes from the force of it.
My grip tightens on her hips, holding her to me, wanting to stay inside her as long as I can.
This is the perfect moment, her and I joined in this way, me filling her with my seed.
Her telling me she was on birth control made me so fucking happy; I can’t imagine a barrier between us. I could do this with her forever.
We collapse side by side, tangled limbs and breathless silence.
I wrap my arms around her, heart racing, mind spinning.
It’s never felt more right. But heaven help me, somewhere deep down, it still feels like the beginning of something we’re not supposed to touch.
Nothing good ever comes without consequence, in my experience anyway.